"So what? Gianna, you know, even if Arthas gets the winner's crown, that wreath will be in the ......."

Kalia pursed her lips, the expression of displeasure on her face becoming more and more obvious.

"Well, I know, it's Frost Lady......"

Listening to Kalia's words, Gianna's face showed a very complicated expression, and then she set her eyes on the center of the horse farm.

Arthas rode the "Invincible" and walked a few steps through the racecourse, waving to the crowd around him.

In the original time stream, "Invincible" was Arthas's mount, but that was after his descent into darkness.

In the original time stream, the horse, which was delivered by Arthas himself, died after breaking his leg during one of his childhood outings.

Later, Arthas, who became a Death Knight, resurrected "Invincible" and made it his own skeleton warhorse.

Now, such a regrettable thing will naturally not happen, and "Invincible" can happily gallop under the ride of Alsace, with the Red Dragon Queen present, and there will be no uncured injuries.

This is the first time Alsace has ridden the "Invincible" to such a tournament, and of course it will be the last.

Of course, it's not that Arthas will change to another mount, but he won't participate in such jousting tournaments in the future.

If you participate in it every year and are not waterproof, such a grand event will soon lose its original meaning.

What's the point if it's the same person who wins the championship every year?

Even this time, Alsace came to such a grand event. And only because ......

"Master!"

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and a pale blue figure sounded. Rushed into the horse farm like the wind.

A smile appeared on Arthas's face, and he jumped off the body of "Invincible". Then he opened his arms.

"Master!"

Frost Sorrow threw herself into Arthas's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and snuggled happily.

The sudden appearance of frost sorrow naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.

The spectators around the racecourse all stopped their movements and stared blankly at the blue-dressed, black-haired girl who threw herself into the arms of her prince.

Arthas, however, did not stop in his tracks, and took Frostmourn's petite body as he walked briskly to the center of the horse farm, and then gently plucked the garland of silver leaf grass and limestone that hung there.

In the expectant gaze of Frost's sorrow. Arthas placed the still fragrant wreath on Frostmourn's head.

"The host ......"

Frostgrief stood up straight, her hands gently clinging to the supporting rattan in the garland, and at this moment, she felt very happy, as if it were about to melt.

"Satisfied?"

The expression on Arthas's face was a little helpless, but more spoiled.

"Hmmm! Xiaoshuang will be the first queen of Lordaeron to wear a wreath at the tournament! ”

Frost Sorrow said happily, the smile on his face overwhelming.

Arthas helplessly pinched the cute face of the little magic sword, this naughty fellow, for this strange idea of hers. Alsace didn't know how hard it was.

Even if it is a prince, there is no special treatment in the tournament, and Arthas has to start from the initial qualifier challenge and go all the way to Tyran? The final showdown between Ferdin.

"Hee-hee. Don't be so unhappy, host! There's a reason why Frost did this! In this way, all the people of Lordaeron will know that Xiaoshuang is the master's fiancée, those women with big/boobs/breasts/breasts/small/boobs/parts. It's almost time to give up thinking about the master! ”

Frost Sorrow smiled sweetly and said to Arthas.

"That's ......"

Arthas looked around. There was already a whisper of talk around the racecourse.

There is nothing faster than the lace news of the royal family, and I believe it will not be long. The news of handing over this wreath to Frost Sorrow will surely spread throughout Lordaeron.

I don't know if there will be a good thing for the bard, who wrote this tournament as a poem and sang it......

Thinking of such a thing, Arthas couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart.

It's all Xiaoshuang's fault, so you have to get it back from her!

With this in mind, Arthas quietly put his head into Frostmourn's ear.

"Xiaoshuang, you're satisfied, but I'm ...... There's still something you don't like ......."

Frost Sorrow was snickering at his little plan, and he heard his master say this in his ear.

"Not satisfied?"

Frost Sorrow whispered Arthas's words as she subconsciously looked at a part of Arthas's body.

"No...... No, master, Xiaoshuang is still ......."

I don't know what I remembered, the sorrow of Frost, who has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, has obvious tremors in his voice at this time.

Arthas didn't care what Frost Sorrow said, he grabbed Frost Sorrow, who wanted to run away, took her in his arms, and walked towards his own lounge on the south side of the racecourse.

As the crowd watched, Arthas and Frostmourn disappeared from view through the fence of the stable.

Knowing that today's game was over, the crowd chose to leave.

Many people are speculating about the identity of the girl, although they know that the relationship between her and His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas is not simple, but everyone wants to know which family this beautiful girl is.

Of course, almost no one could see the sad face of Frost, but these people of Lordaeron stubbornly believed that if they were not a stunningly beautiful maiden, how could they be worthy of their best Prince Arthas?

Of course, not everyone is so open-minded, and many of the young girls who came here to watch the martial arts competition of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace are haunted by the scene that broke their hearts.

Naturally, the girls did not approve of this mysterious woman who had the opportunity to have intimate contact with His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, and even more, they did not hesitate to turn their backs on the guidance of the Holy Light and secretly cursed the Frost Sorrow for a sudden disaster.

So jealousy is a terrible thing, and women are an even more terrible thing.

When jealousy meets a woman......

But now Frost Sorrow doesn't have the leisure to pay attention to those women who are jealous of themselves, "big/boobs/breasts or small/boobs/parts".

The closer he got to the rest room in Alsace, the more Frost Sorrow shivered.

"Master, we still don't want it, Xiaoshuang's there is still ......"

Frost Sorrow leaned into Arthas's bosom and said pitifully. (To be continued......)